Fascination with Age and Death

Jan 25, 2010 11:53

I've often wished I could stop time, especially when I hit 25 years old. That seemed to be the perfect age. It would be nice to live forever without needing to be turned into a vampire. I abhor blood. No thank you!

Aging and death have been on my mind a lot lately. I miss my grandmother so much. Lately, I've been having nightmares of one of my final grandmothers (on J's side) dying. It scares me to no end. What is with this fascination of the macabre? J has two grandmothers alive, thank goodness. They are amazing women. One is 89 years old and the other is 91, I believe. I wish my grandmothers could have lived to be that old.

This Christmas holiday was not a fun one. I was sick, and am still sick. I lost two more family members, my Uncle Nick and my Great Uncle Noe. I never got a chance to see either one of them again before they passed.

Let's hope this year brings more joy to my family. We've had enough sadness to last a lifetime. I'm praying for you, Aunt Mary!

death, grandmother

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